"First, check out the Blood Tyrant’s territory, then find a Demon King to test the waters, and finally fish out the Demon Bat, figure out a way to return to the Mortal World."
Wayne quickly finalized his plan, his form flickered a few tis, arriving at a vast blood sea.
Blood waves rolled, without a trace of white foam, a shimring expanse full of thick, bloody scent.
In the blood sea, symbolizing pain and sin, fragnts of ships rolled, sails stained with blood, filth everywhere, a huge wave surged, tossing severed limbs and remains of unknown creatures into the air.
Simple, brutal fear, using massive amounts of blood to create a strong visual impact, making one feel uncomfortable both physically and ntally.
Wayne covered his mouth and nose, stopped breathing, compared to the pungent sll of Hell, London’s smog could be considered a pleasure.
It had the scent of industrial pollution, the sll of civilization.
Freedom, yet sophisticated!
These blood seas are too primitive.
"You devils can’t even market yourselves, still expecting mortals to yearn for Hell, learn from the Mortal World and Heaven, where the Seven Deadly Sins are packaged as the Seven Virtues."
Inwardly, Wayne sneered, judging Hell far inferior to Heaven, even less so than the Mortal World.
If he were one of the Seven Demon Kings, he’d definitely find a way to move to the Mortal World.
"Ah, could this be why devils covet the Mortal World?"
Wayne chuckled to himself, with a wave of his hand he conjured a burst of lightning, bright white arcs danced at his fingertips as he forcefully pressed down his palm, countless bolts of thunder descended from the sky.
Rumble ————
The air suddenly sank, followed by a sharp wail, thousands of lightning columns illuminated the blood sea as if it were daylight, producing deafening roars, piercing straight into the blood sea.
From afar, the world was a vast expanse of white, terrifying thunder tore the blood sea into pieces of varying size, the aftermath spread afar, pushing away layers of sharp-edged currents.
After the loud noise, more than half of the blood sea evaporated, charred and viscous like jelly, the air reeked even stronger.
"Who is it———"
A roar emanated from deep within the blood sea, an angry beast rose upon the waves, its massive form covered in dark green scales, an imposing and majestic body like a towering mountain, two scarlet eyes glaring intently at Wayne.
The Blood Monarch Enguima!
Enguima is the child of the Lord of Greed, resembling a Giant Dragon, capable of commanding blood, born with imnse strength, ranking high among the seventy-two Demon Kings.
Wayne didn’t think so, he saw little of the Dragon’s traits, instead, it was full of Crocodile features, he preferred to call it a Crocodile Man.
"Who are you?"
Upon seeing Wayne, Enguima suddenly paused.
Such powerful might, couldn’t possibly be soone unknown, yet he was certain he’d never seen this face in Hell.
"You don’t recognize ?"
Wayne was also surprised, pointing at the neighboring territory: "Soskuna, your neighbor, recently recruited by the Lord of Gluttony, rember?"
"Soskuna..."
Enguima transford into human form, hovering in the air, sneered: "So you’re the little Lord next door, what, think you’re strong enough to challenge for fa?"
"No, I just want to kill you, or be killed by you."
Wayne shrugged: "Considering you’re already dead, the territory sitting idle is wasted, I’ll gladly claim it all."
"Quite bold words."
Enguima sneered repeatedly, behind him, familiars erged from the blood sea, with varying levels of strength, numbering over a hundred.
Hell surely lived up to its reputation as an advanced map compared to Heaven, just under Enguima’s command, even the weakest familiar had destructive power equivalent to a Mortal World’s Legendary Mage.
Wayne glanced briefly, unconcerned, familiars crafted by Enguima’s corruption, fixed upon formation, with zero potential for growth.
Appearing strong, actually fodder, good for show, when facing opponents of equal level, even as decor they’d better stand far off.
Yet, these little things sure were ugly, barely even resembled human form.
"Soskuna, huh, you’re new here, no guts to challenge , tell , who’s behind you, who sent you to provoke?"
Before the fight, Enguima wanted to ask clearly.
Devils have all sorts of tricks, only what you can’t imagine, nothing they can’t do, especially framing, devils with years of technical iteration, have practically hit the edge.
"No one sent ... forget it, you surely wouldn’t believe that."
Wayne said readily: "Since you’ve seen through, I won’t hide, I ca under orders of the Lord of Gluttony, to take your life, seize your territory."
"So it is!"
Enguima was unsurprised, the Lord of Gluttony recently expanding wildly, his two good allies, the Night Monarch Setoras, Abyssal Spider Queen Martia suffered greatly, unwilling to directly confront the Lord of Gluttony, ceded territory and reparations, giving up a large piece of land.
The power of devils and the breadth of territory are tightly linked, Setoras and Martia because of territorial shrinkage, recently low-profile whenever encountering him.
Now, finally his turn!
No coming would be looking down on soone!
Enguima looked toward Wayne, sneered: "Newcor, do you know what excuse the Lord of Gluttony uses to annex surrounding small territories?"
"Oh, what’s the story?"
"Hahaha, daring to serve him without understanding anything."
Enguima laughed heartily: "I’ll tell you, he’ll send a subordinate to provoke nearby little Lords, afterwards regardless of the outco, will forcibly invade on the pretext of missing familiars."
Wayne: (一`´一)
What kind of ghostly operation is this?
Ah, it truly is a ghostly operation!
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